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Their walk of shame out of the Loom’s control room did little to stem the tide of emotion that hummed between them, unseen and unspoken but palpable nonetheless.
No sooner than they had passed through the double sealed entry of the decontamination room and begun stripping out of their soiled clothing, they immediately gravitated toward each other, desperate to maintain some kind of contact at all times. A shoulder pressed against a hip as one bent down to peel off a sock, a palm settling into the dip of a narrow waist laid bare by the untucking of a shirt.
Tossing the partially-used tube of lubricant into the basket beside what remained of his clothes, Loki huffed an embarrassed, almost hysterical laugh before turning to Mobius and pulling him into a sticky hug.
Mobius shuddered out a breath and leaned into the embrace, lingering only for a moment before pulling away to lead Loki towards the shower cubicles, lacing their fingers tightly together. Without a word, they made their way into the same narrow, tiled room, neither wanting to remain apart from each other if at all possible.
“It's no Asgardian bathhouse,” he explained, grinning apologetically. “But it gets the job done.”
A large square shower head projected from the far wall, and beneath it were a series of knobs and buttons labeled with illegibly tiny labels. Loki raised his eyebrows, not having the faintest idea what any of them did, and waited for Mobius to turn the largest knob—sending a blast of water pelting down directly on top of his head.
Mobius yelped in surprise, flinching back and nearly elbowing Loki behind him. The water was absolutely freezing, each drop prickling goosebumps across his skin and chilling the arousal that had been slowly building since they left the Loom. Undaunted by the frigid spray, Loki stepped closer, nestling his front against the full length of Mobius’ back and wrapping both arms around his waist, trapping his arms at his sides. He pressed his nose to the delicate skin behind Mobius’ ear, brushing cool lips over wet skin in a kiss.
“Hey,” Mobius huffed, a complaint with no real bite as he shivered under the icy spray. “You gotta let me at least turn on the decon sequence.”
Wriggling an arm free of Loki's grasp, Mobius reached forward to press one of the buttons with a label that he hardly needed to read. In moments, the water pelting them took on a slightly pinkish hue, finally warming to a reasonable temperature as a chemical smell filled the air, spicy and harshly medicinal. Loki pulled a face at its intensity, his grip growing even more slippery as what was obviously some kind of soap began sluicing down over their bodies.
“Okay,” Mobius said, finally allowing himself to be turned and pressed back against the cool tile. He had hardly breathed in a gasp when his mouth was stopped by Loki's, leaning in and kissing him with a breathless intensity. Loki was everywhere at once, fingers flying over Mobius’ slick skin, tracing the lines of his limbs and pressing into the soft hollows of elbows, armpits, navel—
“If you’re—mmh—trying—mm—to check if my—mmf—skin is—” Urgent kisses interrupted his attempt at teasing, but he kept trying and failing until Loki pulled back with an annoyed huff.
“Mobius,” Loki huffed, his brows furrowed with indignation. “As much as I love to hear your voice, please just let me—”
Mobius smiled, Loki’s obvious concern warming his heart, and reached up to cup his cheek. “I’m still all in one piece, I promise. Kept all my skin.”
Loki swallowed around a lump in his throat, his fingers curling reflexively against Mobius’ skin. “But what if I—” he blurted, the weight of Mobius’ potential sacrifice finally catching up with him. “The blast doors—” He clutched at Mobius more tightly, his eyes going wide. “You waited. Too long, you could have—” You could have died didn’t make it past his lips.
“Of course I did,” Mobius said, his own voice trembling in spite of his conviction. “You were gonna make it back.” I needed you to.
Something in the wall behind the taps made a solid thunk, and the showerhead began to emit a vaguely orange watery slime, the medicinal smell turning to an equally sharp, equally aggressive citrus scent.
Mobius cleared his throat and guided Loki back into the spray. “Here, we gotta actually…” he trailed off, reaching up to rub his hands over Loki’s shoulders, scrubbing them over his skin and down to his chest. “This stuff helps with the temporal radiation. Definitely don’t want any of that on you. O.B. showed me the diagrams, and it looked pretty nasty…” he trailed off again, face flushing as he reached the curve of Loki’s waist, fingers twitching as his hands drew to a hesitant stop.
Loki smiled that private little smile of his, tilting his head in a fond, familiar gesture. Mobius’ concern was so touching, it made Loki wonder what he could possibly have done to ever deserve someone like this.
“Okay,” he murmured, and reached up to reciprocate, rubbing his large hands over Mobius’ biceps, up to his shoulders and neck before sliding them back down over his chest and belly. Mobius shivered when Loki’s thumbs brushed his nipples, sending a spike of arousal down to his hips.
Taking a deep, steadying breath to remind himself of the weight of the situation, Mobius continued scrubbing him down. Tentative touches turned to genuine determination, slicking over arms, legs, back, chest, belly, hips… and then Loki slid a hand down, cupping Mobius’ cock in a slick, wet fist.
“Loki—” Mobius gasped, his own thorough pass over Loki’s body drawing to a close in a similar fashion as the water turned clear once again.
“How much longer do we have?” Loki asked, leaning closer to Mobius’ ear, the words soft and hopeful.
“Once this cycle’s done? As long as we want,” Mobius replied, quickly picking up on Loki’s intent. If only that were true, that they could stay under the spray for an eternity, simply exploring each other’s bodies and basking in the closeness. But at least they were no longer in a hurry.
“Good,” Loki purred, tightening his fist around Mobius’ slick cock and stroking its full length in a slow, luxurious glide as the water rinsed them clean.
“Ah—” Mobius panted, tilting his head back enough to catch a faceful of water. He spluttered and turned away, rubbing at his eyes. “Hang on. Maybe wait a sec.”
Loki huffed a laugh but Mobius could practically feel his impatience—he felt it too, a reckless burst of energy that made him want to act, not take a measured approach, not wait on some programmed routine when he had no idea how much time they might still have together.
The Loom could fail at any moment and he wouldn’t have the chance to show Loki just how worried he’d been, how much he needed him to be whole and okay, how much he truly wanted him…
Rubbing the water from his eyes, Mobius met Loki’s intense gaze, spurring him into action. Gripping Mobius by the biceps, Loki pushed him back against the wall, stopping only with Mobius’ gasp as his back hit cold tile. Before he could even react Loki was sinking to his knees, filling the space between his legs and reaching up—
“Loki—!”
But it was too late. Loki’s mouth was already on him, plunging Mobius’ cock into slick, blazing heat.
“Hahh,” he breathed, hands coming up from where they’d braced him against the wall to clutch at Loki’s wet hair. Mobius could do little but hold on as Loki sucked him, bobbing his head and writhing his tongue, clearly just as desperate to taste him as he had been to touch him. Every few strokes he pushed deep, the head of Mobius’ cock teasing the tight opening of his throat.
“God, Loki…”
It honestly made him a little lightheaded, and Mobius had to force himself to breathe. Loki was so gorgeous like this, his eyes closed in blissful focus and what might have been tears mixing with the water still running in rivulets down his handsome face. He tried tugging at Loki’s hair, but nothing could dissuade him from his purpose until the tingling pleasure swept through Mobius from the the top of his head to his toes, his muscles clenching as he came hard, splashing hot down Loki’s throat.
Mobius finally managed to tug him away with weak arms, his whole body still buzzing with the aftershocks. He thought he might fall over at any moment, his legs having turned to jelly with the force of such an intense orgasm, but Loki’s strong hands on his hips kept him upright.
“Loki…” he croaked, swiping a thumb over an elegant cheekbone as Loki gazed up at him with a dazed yet affectionate expression.
He could see Loki’s stiff cock bobbing with each breath, with each restless twitch of his body as he kneeled there basking in the shower’s downpour. He looked so content down there, but Mobius knew the hard tiles couldn’t be comfortable on his bony knees. That being said, as soon as Loki took Mobius’ offered hand and pulled himself up, it was Mobius’ turn to sink to the floor.
He moved slowly and carefully, and Loki watched him with wide eyes as he settled himself into exactly the same position, broad shoulders nudging Loki’s inner thighs.
“Mobius,” he said, voice hoarse. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” Mobius breathed. “Let me take care of you?”
The question brought tears to Loki’s eyes, and he nodded silently. Good. Mobius hadn’t been prepared to turn this into an argument, and he was finding that he needed to taste Loki just as badly.
Loki whimpered when Mobius’ hands found his hips, bracing him with an achingly gentle grip before peppering his wet skin with kisses.
“Mobius…” he murmured, voice trembling in the face of such soft affection.
“I’ve got you,” Mobius replied, voice just as soft. He pressed the flat of his tongue to the hollow between Loki’s hip and thigh, licking a hot stripe along the delicate skin.
Loki’s breath hitched when Mobius turned his head, nuzzling the base of his stiff cock before pressing a kiss to the side of it, and his fingers clawed uselessly at the tiled wall behind him, hips jerking under the ticklish brush of Mobius’ moustache.
Mobius took his time, his arousal blunted from sharp needy heat into something soft and warm, coiling slow in his hips and making him want to savor this. Loki was clearly on the edge but didn’t complain, only twitched and whimpered softly as Mobius lavished him with attention, his eyes fixed on Mobius’ face.
The water kept splashing down on them, never growing cold, and not even Mobius could bring himself to care about wasting it when he finally let himself taste, licking a long stripe up Loki’s cock, lapping up droplets of water and the thin line of precome drooling from Loki’s tip.
His skin was soft and sweet, and mixed with refreshing water and salt-bitter fluid it was the most delicious thing Mobius could ever remember tasting. The fact that it was Loki made it special.
Loki inhaled a strangled gasp, and Mobius glanced up, his tongue still touching the head of Loki’s cock—and Loki bit down hard on the meat of his own hand, stifling the noises desperate to ring out.
“Let me hear you,” Mobius murmured, and the ragged moan that burst from Loki’s throat couldn’t have been muffled if he tried. The sound echoed off the tile and through Mobius’ bones, resonating with the pure joy of this moment.
“Perfect. That’s my Loki.” The praise flowed easily off his tongue, and Loki sagged against the wall as Mobius squeezed his hips reassuringly and took him fully into his mouth.
“Hah—! Mobius,” Loki groaned, the richness of his voice at full volume ringing through the shower room. The heat of Loki’s cock on his tongue was more than a match for the steam and spray, which felt nearly cool on his skin by comparison. He might not have much experience doing this, but he’d always been a quick learner, and the demonstration he’d been given along with the delicious sounds pouring from Loki’s lips gave him plenty of data points to work from.
“Oh, Norns, you feel—” Loki babbled, finally prying one hand from the wall to clutch at Mobius’ head, dragging him closer. “F—fuck, that’s—hah!” Desperate fingers curled in his short wet hair tight enough to hurt a little, but Mobius was more than willing to endure a minor, temporary pain in exchange for giving Loki so much pleasure. “’m so close, so close, please, Mobi—hahh!”
Whatever you need, sweetheart.
Mobius kept going, bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks, applying gentle suction and letting the saliva pooling on his tongue drip down his chin. Even with his eyes closed to savor the taste and feel of him, Mobius could feel Loki’s chest and belly heaving with each panting breath. His hips jerked under Mobius’ palms, thighs shaking with the effort to keep himself from disintegrating right here in the shower.
Mobius hummed softly, the sound a bit muffled as he moved his tongue as best he could, pressing it up against the underside of Loki’s cock—and then the slight bitterness sharply increased.
“Ha—ah! Fuck, fuck! I’m—mmh—”
Loki groaned through his release, his whole body trembling under the tension of muscles pulled bow-taut. Mobius’ heart swelled at the sound, his throat bobbing rapidly as he attempted to swallow down every last drop of Loki’s come, unwilling to waste any of it. His own cock gave a twitch, a valiant effort to continue despite their shared need for rest.
When he finally pulled off to gaze up at Loki, flushed and panting, leaning heavily against the cool shower wall, Mobius couldn’t help but let out a tiny sigh for what he’d—they’d—nearly lost, quickly disguising it with a besotted grin.
His knees were gonna hate him for this later, but to see Loki so relaxed, even for a moment, was worth it.
Loki tugged him back up to his feet and they fell against each other, leaning against the shower wall for support as they simply held each other, the immediacy of their need dissolving in favor of lingering comfort.